July 27- oh, what a day!

We were pooped. 4 hour watches and inclement weather will really wear a woman down. We anchored the boat across the river from the city marina the home of the mega dock. Our first anchor was not where we wanted so Jeff hoisted the 100 ft of chain and I motored to a better location and down went the anchor and chain. After riding out storms in the Dry Tortugas we are quite gun shy about anchoring too close to other boats. We could not raise one boats on the radio that we were near to ask them about their ground tackle so we just decided to move. After contacting the marina to find out if they had a dingy dock or not we rested our eyes for just a minute.
Several hours later…
We rushed into the marina 10 minutes till they were about to close. They were not interested in giving us passes they had already closed out the register. Slackers. You can take that as either us for being so late or them for not wanting to write our names on a piece of paper. I think it applies to both. Ha! We decided to eat on the boat and forget trying to get into town. We were exhausted.
It was a good thing that we decided to stay on board as a storm- yes another storm-if you can believe it, fueled by the hot asphalt formed inland and swept across the anchorage with such intense lightning that all the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stood on end. It had really strong winds that blew us all around. Jeff started the motor and we were ready. Dry Tortugas really prepped us for the unplanned squall at anchor. As soon as it was over I asked Jeff if he felt as fuzzy as me. What? He had no idea what I was talking about. You know when all the hairs are at attention- fuzzy. Not good Anne, he informed me. He then explained the ions, negative-positive that are seeking attraction forming in the clouds….It was good information and now I know that if I feel fuzzy that I am super attractive.